The Shards of Narsil
I would like to collect shredded pieces of credit cards in the wild hopes of re-uniting them with their kin. I have no desire to use the cards, mostly because I'm content with what I have but also because running from the law takes way too much effort. I just want to have a room in my house that is dedicated to color-coding little shards of plastic, all of which would be meticulously tagged and logged on a spreadsheet somewhere. That kind of organization excites me, but it also makes me wonder if I barely escaped being labeled as autistic.
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September 21, 2008
The way I see it is, there's only one letter difference between autistic and artistic.
September 21, 2008
I love you so hard.
Let's be friends.
September 21, 2008
Narsil. Classic Skirts.
September 22, 2008
Wanna hear something funny? The first time I ever saw FOTR, in the scene when Borimir and Aragorn first meet in Rivendell, and Borimir sees Narsil and says, "The Shards of Narsil!... still sharp... blah blah..." I thought Borimir said, "It shattered nicely". I was all, "Uhh... okaaaayy...". The next time I saw it I felt stupid. :D
September 22, 2008
Not autism. You've just reached a higher level of OCD only reached by great men like Mozart, Einstein, and Johnny Depp.
September 22, 2008
This is fabulous. I have this great mental image of cross-cataloging and sub-labeling all your little card shreds.
September 22, 2008
Something tells me we'll all be working in that room, meticulously cataloging bits and pieces and checking our mailboxes for newly-issued cards with which to increase the size of said collection. When Rachelskirts is queen, that is.